The peace which other seek they find; <br />The heaviest storms not longet last; <br />Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind <br />An amnesty for what is past; <br />When will my sentence be reversed? <br />I only pray to know the worst; <br />And wish as if my heart would burst. <br /> <br />O weary struggle! silent year <br />Tell seemingly no doubtful tale; <br />And yet they leave it short, and fear <br />And hopes are strong and will prevail. <br />My calmest faith escapes not pain; <br />And, feeling that the hope in vain, <br />I think that he will come again.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-forsaken-9/
